I have been reckoned with them that go down to the pit; I became as a man without help;

free among the dead, as the slain ones cast out, who sleep in the tomb; whom You remember no more; and they are rejected from Your hand.

I said, I shall no more see the salvation of God in the land of the living; I shall no more see the salvation of Israel on the earth; I shall no more see man.

[My life] has failed from among my kindred; I have parted with the remainder of my life; it has gone forth and departed from me, as one that has pitched a tent takes it down [again]; my breath was with me as a weaver's web, when she that weaves draws near to cut off [the] thread.

You shall rule them with a rod of iron; You shall dash them in pieces as a potter's vessel.

For I have become as a bottle in the frost; [yet] I have not forgotten Your statutes.

And its fall shall be as the breaking of an earthen vessel, [as] small fragments of a pitcher, so that you should not find among them a sherd, with which you might take up fire, and with which you should draw a little water.

Or does not the potter have authority over the clay, from the same lump to make one vessel for honor and the other for dishonor?

But what if God, wanting to show His wrath and to make known His power, endured with much longsuffering the vessels of wrath having been prepared for destruction,

'And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; they shall be smashed to pieces like clay vessels'--